Topic: Can you write a Song? | |
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If someone asked you to write a song about your life...what would the words be?
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Life sucks, then you die
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Life sucks, then you die pats...cheer up daggone it!!! |
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I wanna be your disease
I wanna ooze between your knees I wanna sweat with your desires I wanna burn with your fire |
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Life sucks, then you die I think that song has already been written, check out Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve |
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Sorry, patent pending.
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I wanna be your disease I wanna ooze between your knees I wanna sweat with your desires I wanna burn with your fire So that's where my packet of hot taco sauce went... |
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Nickelback already wrote it. It's called "Figure You Out"
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i've written several, but they deal more with specific points in my life than an overall view...
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it'd go somthin like this...............i fell in love with a girl from naples.................
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theres a tear ,in my parfait ,i was cryin for today
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Edited by
Tammy_love
on
Mon 06/09/08 08:38 PM
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it would be called.
the worst part of all.. it was 6.am and i saw you starting to cry your voice got small as you ended it all and said goodbye it was cold but you didn't care it had start to rain nothing had seemed the same without you and when i thank of my life and how i saved us from the fall and when i come to you you were the the worst part of all....... by: tammy_love |
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if you walk away
i will be sad but i will let you go because i forget that you are a free soul |
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The Ballad of Casey Diess, by Shawn Phillips
Twas a man of youthful features Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes watching out but looking inward tall and stately and full of life In his life he spoke but rarely In his mind he cried for light painting perception, trying to capture that which he saw in his questioning strife Once in Lisbon, Twice in London traveling round for all his time looking for and finding a goddess He took Diana to be his wife Of the children they'd begotten two had died without knowing life and the third I know not where of If she lives she will yet be kind Casey had a mark of simple value He had a star between his eyes In his hands he held an axe blade the Greek symbol of thunder and fire On a night when the heavens were crying He went out and took his blade chopping wood to warm his hearthside The lightning came and my brother died Bring him no wine from far away vineyards Tell him no tales of the canyons might But wish him peace and eternal wisdom For he has died, and he died in Light. |
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